The personal doctor of the beautiful president

Xiao Yuerong is the president of the company. He is busy with work every day, so he has no time and no interest in playing games.

Otherwise, with her identity and status, as long as she reveals a little idea of ​​wanting to get higher points, countless people will definitely push her to get higher points.

She played the game today simply to play with Han Xingye, but she didn't expect to be criticized for being too good.

President Xiao felt a little wronged.

But she is a strong and domineering female president, she will not give up easily, and she will not make excuses for herself.

"Isn't it just playing games? I don't believe I can be any worse than anyone else?" Xiao Yuerong secretly made up her mind to catch up.

"Starting tomorrow, we will play two games together every day." Xiao Yuerong said to Han Xingye: "Soon you will be amazed at my progress."

"Don't, I've seen a lot of food addicts like you, and I can't handle you." Han Xingye quickly refused.

Xiao Yuerong became angry and said: "This is an order from the boss to the employees. We will play two games during working hours. This is your job."

Han Xingye patted his forehead painfully.

It's really hard to hit workers.

……

Migrant worker Han Xingye finally got off work and went to a nearby small restaurant for dinner. Having nothing to do, he went to the lake for a walk.

East Lake is an artificial lake with mountains and water, and a large area.

This is an Internet celebrity check-in place in Rongcheng, and many citizens come to hang out every evening.

There are runners, bikers, and square dancers. It is very lively.

Han Xingye thought it was noisy and liked a quieter atmosphere, so he started climbing the mountain along the stone steps.

There are still many people at the foot of the mountain, but there are few people at the mountainside, and the higher you climb, the fewer people there are.

Han Xingye easily climbed to the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire East Lake area, which is a unique sight.

"Hey, there are still people practicing Tai Chi."

Han Xingye saw an old man with white hair and long beard who was practicing Tai Chi.

His movements are extremely slow, but only experts can understand, his every move is very methodical.

"Good game." Han Xingye gave a thumbs up.

The old man remained calm and continued to punch, and did not stop until the whole set of punches was finished.

Standing behind him was a giant man with a stature like an iron tower. Seeing the old man stop, he stepped forward to put on his coat.

"Little brother, you just said that I played well, can you tell me something?" The old man sat down on the stone bench and said to Han Xingye with a smile.

Han Xingye commented: "Everyone is demeanor, majestic but not fierce, round and smooth, with balance."

There was a look of surprise in the old man's eyes.

This young man really understands, a few words can explain the deep meaning.

Experts look at the doorway, and laymen watch the excitement. With just one glance, you can tell a person's realm.

Han Xingye continued: "Watching boxing is like reading a painting.

The boxing photos of famous masters can fully reflect the essence of boxing and show the profound skill.

Either thick and calm, majestic, or pine garden calm, natural and elegant, or both.

At an extremely high level, every punch has a unique aesthetic feeling, and even a touch of artistic attainment, which makes people feel like they are haunting the beam for three days. "

"Well said." The old man said with a smile: "The little brother is so proficient, he must be a master, can you learn a few tricks?"

Han Xingye shook his head: "No."

The old man asked in surprise, "Why?"

"I'm afraid I'll hit you hard, and I'll beat you to death with one punch."

The old man laughed dumbly.

The black iron tower behind him frowned and scolded angrily: "Why are you talking, it's not big or small, do you know who is in front of you?"

The old man glared at Heita: "Shut up, how many times have I told you, don't overwhelm others with power."

Heita immediately closed his mouth, but felt very aggrieved. He glared at Han Xingye bitterly, secretly clenched his fists, and made a mechanical clicking sound.

Obviously, he is a practicer.

Han Xingye looked at the black tower, and commented: "The strength is not bad, and the body is quite stiff, but the flexibility is a bit poor. It is a typical tank attribute, and it is easy to be kited."

You're here to play games.

Heita couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted angrily: "If you have the ability, you can make some gestures with me.

I'm just standing here for you to fight, if you can make me take a step back, it's considered a win. "

The old man had a gloomy face, and just as he was about to stop drinking, Heita said aggrievedly: "I won't fight back, so I'm not bullying him."

Seeing Heita's aggrieved look, the old man also felt that this little brother was indeed a little arrogant, he didn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, and he should give a little lesson.

"Okay, be careful and don't hurt anyone." The old man nodded and warned.

Heita looked excited, and said to Han Xingye: "Come on, give me a punch."

"That's not okay, am I bullying you?" Han Xingye shook his head repeatedly: "If I beat you to internal injuries, I will still have to take responsibility, which is very troublesome."

Heita seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world.

"It's okay, just fight, you don't have to take responsibility."

"It's okay not to be responsible, and you didn't offend me. You hurt people for no reason. I can't bear it with my conscience." Han Xingye said, "I am a very reasonable person."

Heita was pissed off by Han Xingye.

He had a bad temper to begin with, so he couldn't help punching Han Xingye.

This fist is as heavy as a thousand jun, like a shooting star, it can split rocks and open mountains, if it hits someone, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Bastard, do you want to kill someone?" The old man yelled, and was about to take action, but Han Xingye stretched out his fist lightly, aiming at Heita's fist, and gently leaned forward.

How dare he, he was afraid that his bones would be shattered.

Heita punched out of impulsive emotion, and he regretted it a bit, but he punched with all his strength, and he couldn't take it back.

He thought that the opponent would dodge, but who knew that he punched him.

And still with such a flirtatious attitude to head-to-head?
Do not die!
The arrow was on the string and had to be fired, and he had no choice but to punch it down.

Let's hope it doesn't kill anyone.

With a "bang", the fists of the two collided.

Then I heard a clicking sound, as if there was a dislocation of the joints.

Heita fell to the ground in pain, with a hideous expression on his face.

The old man watched this scene in shock.

Heita punched the little brother, and was broken.

"It's nothing, it's just a simple fracture, there is no structural damage, just rest for three months." Han Xingye said: "Fortunately, your punching movements are slow, which gave me time to react. Otherwise, your hand will be useless."

The old man and Heita were dumbfounded at the same time.

Han Xingye rubbed his hands lightly, and said, "Tyson can't handle this punch with 20 years of skill."